, in this evil age All my sense is somewhere else Once I had a soul I was one with my God But now I am abandoned Banished from these lies Long my tale
good mind Take into my head To start of singing Began reciting Those words we've got From the North's furthest fields Those words we've got From the
And takes to his heels Out of dark Northland The murky house of Sara He whirled out of doors as snow Arrives as smoke in yard To flee from bad deeds
Hey there, tiny wench My perpetual serf Put stew in a pot Bring water for the guest Before we part Before your neck is broken You strike first Son of
Mountains of North shall erupt And flames of dark land will rise Hail to one who hails Blood for one who bleeds Blood to one who hails Hail for one who
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O old man, good god careful man of heaven Keeper of storm clouds, make misty weather And create a tiny cloud in whose shelter I may go
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: A bird flew out of Lapland An eagle from the North East One wing ruffled the water And the other swept the sky It's tail skimmed the sea It flutters
takes to his heels Out of dark Northland The murky house of Sara He whirled out of doors as snow Arrives as smoke in the yard To flee from bad deeds
: The mountains of North Shall erupt and flames Of darkland will raise Hail to one who hails Blood for one who bleeds O you mistress of northland Queen
: O old man, good god Careful man of heaven Keeper of storm clouds Make misty weather And create a tiny cloud In whose shelter I may go
: Hey there, tiny wench My perpetual serf Put stew in a pot Bring water for the guest Before we part Before your neck is broken You strike first Son
seldom get together And meet each other On these poor borders The luckless lands of the north Those words we have got From the North's furthest fields, From
: I went to wash at the shore I went to bathe in the sea And there I, a hen, was lost I, a bird Untimely died Let not my brother Ever in this world
in this evil age All my sense is somewhere else Once I had a soul I was one with my god But now I am abandoned Banished from these lies Long my tale
: This is how the lucky feel How the blessed think Like daybreak in spring The sun on a spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night
This is how the lucky feel How the blessed think Like daybreak in spring The sun on a spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night
